Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.